sadlittlekingofasadlittlehill:

“I got my best friend, Nick Frost, who is in Shaun of the Dead, and my sister, Kate, to tweet, ‘I’m just gonna run to see if Simon’s okay, I haven’t heard from him in a while’. Then they didn’t tweet for three days. And then after day two, I wrote to a friend of mine in Greece, and got the Greek translation for the sentence, ‘They are my children now, do not try to find them. They are with me.’ And I tweeted it in Greek script, so that all the people were on Google like ‘WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHAT DOES IT MEAN OH MY GOD’.”

“Was anyone angry afterwards?”

“Well what annoyed people was that, three days later, I just said ‘oh everything’s fine’, you know, nothing’s there, but I tweeted it like five minutes after I tweeted the original message but three days later, as if I haven’t realized that time had passed. I got so much hate, because people were like, ‘that’s a bad ending’. It was like I’ve written Lost or something.” (x)

Now that’s how you use fame to troll people

If anyone I know gets famous enough for this (& I wouldn’t be too surprised if they did) You Must Do It!

I dreamed last night that I was interviewing at a video game store. It was actually kinda cool, looked more like how you wished one would look than how they actually do. Dark, various things glowed, old arcade games abound, and actual merchandise of course.

I was very nervous almost sweating as I sat waiting, the girl being interviewed ahead of me was a bit more socially awkward than me and I felt kinda nervous for her, but I also felt slightly better about my odds. >.> The guy who eventually called me up for an interview was a gangly little teenager, who despite all that had quite the cocky ‘know it all’ demeanor.

This made me fairly nervous. I’m not great at trivia, I despise tests, and I had this terrifying sense that this cockyrunt was gonna quiz me! When he started asking me the simple questions about myself I was doing alright, and he seemed to think I was cute [which I am, but I felt bad that I felt that better my odds].

Then he started in w/the gaming questions. o_________O;;;;;;;;; $#*%!!!!! Nothing quite like that moment when you re-remember your not reeeally a gamer, you enjoy playing, but you suck at them, and your not that knowledgeable. I’m doing fine on basic Mario and Zelda questions [N64 era anyway] & thank God I saw that documentary on Jumpman a while back! 

There were still more questions this barely 17 twerp wanted break my ever lovin nerdy soul! He started quizzing me on the recent stuff, and my actual skill. @$#%!!!! That was it, I had nothin, I BSed a lil’here and there w/what I had overheard from friends, but it wasn’t enough.

He left the room, came back handed me a ripped out piece of paper. On it read: ‘Comeback when you know more than N64 and whack-a-mole’

and that was it. The End. I woke up feeling sad, and gamer-impotent.. v.v rough night man.